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I started keeping a dream journal a few days ago in a spiral, but figured I should go digital in case I loose my paper journal. These are my dreams for my first night after discovering this site. I decided to start by working on dream recall (I had been having trouble with that for the past few months). In my journal I am using bullet points just to get the general idea of my dreams, but I'll try to convert them to plot lines here.

Night of January 4th

Dream 1: My first dream that night was very brief and went something like this. I was at a complex of outdoor sports arenas running with some of the other people I have athletics with. We were having normal conversations, when suddenly we noticed that there was a giant t-rex chasing after everyone on the team (I know, strange, but I used to love dinosaurs so I guess it makes sense). Being one of the faster people on the team I wasn't worried about being caught, but just to be safe I decided to pick up my pace (after all I didn't have to outrun the t-rex, just the slowest people on the team). To my dismay the faster I tried to run the slower I ended up going, it felt as though something was pulling harder back on me the faster I went. Eventually the t-rex caught up with me, so I closed my eyes and started thinking "it won't eat me, it won't eat me." To my surprise it didn't. When I opened my eyes we actually began to have a pleasant conversation. I asked him why he didn't eat me and the t-rex's answer was because I was dreaming. I realized he was right and got really excited, unfortunately too excited and I ended up waking up.

Dream 2: My next dream happened once I fell back to sleep and though I can't remember most of the details of the beginning I remember the latter half. For some reason I had been looking for a job (even though I'm not legally allowed to work in most places). One of my friends had found me a job at a restaurant so I took it. I was working busily for a while, but one of the other employs kept making snide remarks to their friend who also worked there. After a while I got sick of it, and pushed the tray of cupecakes they were holding into their face, and it stuck there from all the icing. There friend was gawking, so I took the cupcake in my hand (that I guess I took off the try before shoving the tray into the other kid's face) and threw it at them. My aim was spot on. After that I remembered what the t-rex had said in my last dream and realized that this was a dream too! Everyone in the restaurant then proceeded to have a huge food fight for the rest of the dream.

Dream 3: This was my last dream of the night. I was sitting at a table in a library (looked like the one from my elementary school), and some evil magic creature had been freed. Me and some of my friends from school were looking up ways to beat it when it flew into the library. For some reason it only went after me and eventually had me stuck in a small room. I knew the only way to escape was to lift up the roof and fly out (I guess there were no available doors or windows), so I started to try that. I realized that the creature could stop me easily, but I thought to myself "stay where you are" and it obeyed. After flying out of the room I landed near a lake in a nearby neighborhood (near to where I live in real life). Walking on the side walk around the lake I ran into a group of people from my school who were coming back from a party they were at. I said hi and kept walking when suddenly I realized that one of the people in the group was a somewhat antisocial kid from another grade and that he would never hang out with those kids (of course thats the not normal thing that clued my in to my dream, not the flying part..). I then decided to bring some other people from my school in to hang out with the other kids and we did for a minute, but then we decided to mess with some of the kids. I was able to turn us invisible so we poked and prodded different people for a while and then some of them ran away scared. After that I lost lucidity and went back to enjoying my dream as a reality. Some people in camo told me it was time to go, so we went up on the roof of a nearby house and the house started to fly. When it took off I thought "wouldn't it be funny if a bird flew by and ran into us." Right then a bird flew by us and ran into my head. I then woke up to my alarm.

Dream - Lucid

My dad and I were driving up a snowy mountain in his car, with my mom and brother driving behind us. It was daytime, I think. We saw a lot of wildlife. We came across some deer as we turned a corner, one looking kind of cartoonish and very cute. It was a fawn.
"Look, it's Bambi!", said my dad.
Then, there were black bears in front of us. HUGE black bears. One reared up on his hind legs and roared. We reached the end of the trail, and my dad got out to go look at the bears. He came back with a mangled sleeve and huge gashes in his arm from where a bear had attacked him. It wasn't bleeding, and he was walking around like it was nothing. We knew we had to get him to a hospital. My mom drove up, and my friend Leigh was in the car with her and my brother. Leigh was sitting in the passenger's side. I decided that I needed my iPod before we went to the hospital, since everyone else had theirs. We were then back at home suddenly, and my best friend Mk pulled into the garage in her blue Mustang between my parents' two cars (in waking life there's a pillar there, and definitely no room for a third car). We thought she had gone back to North Carolina for school the day before. She was wearing the clothes I last saw her in in waking life, a sweatshirt from her school, and black sweatpants.
"Sorry!", she said.
I got my iPod.

~

I was at a wedding ceremony of the Maymars? I had an invitation to the ceremony in my hands. It was outside and I was sitting in the front row. I remembered more of this one, but I didn't write it down immediately, so it has been forgotten. -_-

lucid non lucid non-dream

It all started off I was in my room, regardless of the dream I usually start out in somekind of room, and this time it was in mine, I had to get up off my bed.

Now its weird because I am not sure if it was a DILD or a WILD, mainly because as soon as I got up off my bed in the dream world, I knew I was lucid dreaming, I never have the need to do reality checks.

My lucids usually start off very blurry/dark, "unstable" and the first thing I need to do, is build a picture, "stabilize" them so to speak, I used several of the tips on the website to do so, started rubbing my hands, smelling, feeling anything around me and eventually everything was almost as real as real life itself. First thing I noticed, was quite a problem for me. Since I usually start off in rooms, the first thing I do is walk out the door and start exploring, looking around for people, things etc. and the problem this time, is that the only door leading outside of the room, was blocked by HUGE objects that by simply using my physical strength I could not move, and the thing is up till now i've been bound to real life restrictions in my dreams. I kinda interpreted these rocks in the way of the door to be a sort of "challenge" ,

I had read around that some people can fly, and others can teleport and what not, I tried both but for some reason just couldn't get around to any of them. As a last resort I tried to move the objects again.

but this time instead of using physical strength, I used telekinesis, I knew it was a longshot, but all I had to do is (cheesy quote incoming) believe. After a few tries I managed to make them drop on the ground, clear and out of my way so I could start walking around the world.


I stepped out of the door I was no longer in my house, I stepped into another house with a prevalent Asian architecture style, the first thing that amazed me is how I was able to produce such detail (cause really the room was really good looking) I was careful to look at each little detail carefully, in order to help maintain lucidity and clear perception of things in the dream, I wondered around for a bit until I saw a person, she told me to get into her room with her and then she started to take her clothes off, and after a while she just put them back on (lolwut).

The point of this is that this girl, is no real life person, and while i have dreamed with people that dont exist before, she in particular was different, she has personality, she would talk, voice her own opinions and even sometimes tell me what to do. In particular I remember she was redheaded (funny cause I don't know any natural redhead girls), pretty looking chick as well and around my height. She went to introduce me to her father, who apparently was a Chinese war general, dressed in some kind of heavy armor, and was heavy in weight and pretty tall
(again strange because i'm not into anime or that type of stuff),

After this I can recall only random parts of the dream, I remember in one part specifically,

I was in a room with a lot of people and someone was giving a speech, the redhead girl would get really close to me, as if she was scared, and she would sweetly grab my hand without saying a word

after that, a big memory gap (I think at this point I was starting to wake up, so I closed my eyes in dream and starting spinning, a technique I discovered that helps me get back in the dream in emergency situations.)
And appeared in another place, apparently outside of the building, where some weird looking kid came up to me and I fended him off using newly discovered telekinesis powers , he wasnt threatening I just wanted to see if I could mind control xD. I went back inside the building into what seemed a huge hallway full of artistic creations, none of which I had seen before,

I was amazed again at the capacity of my brain to create such things, and I don't really consider myself an artistically creative person, even though music is a pasion to me, but I cant draw worth a crap.

I hardly ever wake up from a lucid dream, instead what happens is that I seem to lose the lucid dream and go straight to a normal dream, in which everything is quite real, but my mind finds a way to trick me into believing that I am already awake.

I woke up and the only bit of this that I can remember is that I was discussing to my best friend (a lucid dreamer who discovered them on his own as well) about my latest lucid dream.


Thats the only bit of the post-lucid I remember, and the end of the night.

January 8, 2011, Saturday,
non-lucid lucid

I was lying on my back while I imagined moving and stretching my arms out to a distant focal point, grabbing at it, and pulling it back towards me. As I did this, I strengthened my intent to have a lucid dream.
I felt myself get close to sleep. Eventually I rolled over onto my side and continued the imagined movement.

I entered a conscious dream. Still in bed, N got in bed with me. We cuddled for a bit and possibly had sex. Then N became angry with me and I lost lucidity for a while. we were in a hotel. She turned into a cat. Girls turn into cats a lot in my dreams.

I regained lucidity and started running around, yelling Sheila's name so she would appear. Sheila is a girl I have met a few times in previous lucid dreams. I went into my sister's room, in our old house we grew up in. I shouted for Sheila. I heard someone say "here I am." But it was B, not Sheila, and I said so.
At first I went along with it. I sat her down in front of a mirror to make her Sheila. She seemed really nervous, like she didn't want to be there. I suggested we have sex, like that would help somehow, but she didn't want to. It's just as well, too, because I wouldn't have wanted to get too distracted by sex and not at least try to achieve a goal.

I picked her up, carried her to the door, and tossed her out, closing the door again.
Then I went into the living room, still calling out for Sheila, and saying that I wanted to see her. There were other people in the living room, on the couches.
The phone rang and I picked it up, asking if it were Sheila. There was just noise. It was kind of scary.

Then I sort of gave up and remembered an easier lucid dream goal. I slowly put my hand through the stone wall, next to the fireplace. It was rough, and hurt a little when I pulled my hand out. A guy was watching. I said to him that I could have made it smoother. Then my leg was stuck in the stone ledge and I couldn't get it out, and I woke up.

Notes:
What did I do wrong? I was very intent on finding Sheila, almost obsessed with it. I expected her to show up, but was not successful.
Perhaps I was not certain enough that she would be there, and I still had doubts about my abilities. Maybe I was not calm enough. I should have had calm confidence. It might have helped if I performed some exercises in the dream to become more fully lucid.

Crap. I just typed, like, four dreams, and then the computer screwed up. Now I have to do it all over again...

So here is my first dream journal entry here. After starting a dream journal in real life I started achieving better memory recall. This is my first attempt at total recall, and I surprised myself when I remembered.

RealNon-lucidSemi-lucid

I got off the bus and stretched, yawning as I tried to take in my surroundings. The structure before me was a hotel of some sort, so I knew we were at the destination. I met up with a group of friends, we got our luggage out of the bottom compartment of the charter bus, and proceeded inside. (This is where the dream starts to skip ahead a bit. I vaguely recall spending some time inside the hotel, but it was nothing of importance, basically just looking around. My memory comes back as I'm eating lunch outside.) I sat down with another group of friends, who seemed to be gossiping about someone's new boyfriend.

"Who is the chick you're gossiping about this time?" I asked, only slightly caring about what they had to say.

The name they told me was unfamiliar with me. They claimed I knew who it was, but I could not recognize who they were talking about. Then, they described her. That's when I remembered who it was, and said her real name.

"Yeah, that's what we said, wasn't it?" they tell me.

This strikes me as odd, because the last name of the person was completely different from the one they were giving me. I started to question why they would be acting strange like that...

"No, you said something different," I told them. They must have accidentally said it.

"Oh, I'm sorry! My mistake, sometimes things come out differently than how I mean to say them," my friend says as she smiles and turns back to her food.

I finish eating my food relatively quickly; I felt no real urge for food at the time, I was nervous for the upcoming competition later that afternoon. Our school was up against some of the best bands in the state. I had to prepare quite a bit for the performance.

That's when one of the weirder kids in the band sat down in front of me. He was one of the reasons band got such a bad reputation. Freaks, weirdos, geeks.. this kid was the epitome of uncool. I had almost no room to talk since I was in band as well, but there are always black sheep in the flock that the regular ones exclude. The kid kept staring at me, with a freaky look in his face. I couldn't stand it too much longer.

"What are you looking at, Freshman?" I asked the kid. I had a tone of frustration to my voice that could not be masked. I was sure he would get the hint.

But no, he kept staring at me with that look. I got up from the table and walked away. I wasn't going to bear that any longer.

(My dream fast-forwards about ten minutes later, in my room in the hotel. This part was kind of weird.. I guess its just because I'm a guy, my subconscious acts weird.)

I'm on my iPod at this point, just browsing the internet and waiting for something to do. Someone a room over was having a debate with me about pornography, and nude images in general. She viewed every picture of a man or woman naked as "porno". I told her that that wasn't true; some people did those sorts of things for art.

"Look, if I see a picture of a girl - photograph or not - and she's naked but not engaging in intercourse, I can consider it as art. As long as its pre-labeled as such, and not as a porno. People want to see the body's natural beauty," I told her, with an affirmative tone to my voice.

"Whatever, men like you are the reason women have to subject themselves to those things," she said in a condescending manner.

Once again, I left an uncomfortable situation before it got out of hand. The main reason was that it was about time to set up for practice. The competition was in a little over 4 hours from now, by my approximation. So I needed to tune my bass guitar, fiddle with the amplifier, and warm up. I made my way to the makeshift bandroom downstairs.

As I'm fiddling around the amp, something strikes me as odd: Why was the whole band here? This is a jazz competition, hence the bass guitar.. but most of the people I've talked to today are in concert band. What was going on? This has to be a-

"Hey, Drew! Can you do me a favor during practice?" It was my band director. All suspicion had faded at this point and I turned my attention to him.

"Yeah, whatsup?" I asked, interested to what he needed.

"Well I'm going to be busy making sure the wind instruments are doing fine on all their parts. Can you make sure the percussion is doing fine, since you'll be back there with them and all? Shouldn't be a hard thing to do," he said. He was right: The percussion of our band wasn't one for messing up. The winds on the other hand.. I can understand his concern. Its in the best interest of the band to focus his attention on them.

"Sure, I'll do it," I proclaimed.

He left the room and I continued to mess around with the amp. At this point, no further adjustments were needed so I checked my Facebook Mobile. The most recent status was someone posting pictures of amps. How strange? Here I am, fiddling with my amp, and someone wants to compare theirs with other people! I get ready to take a picture, but I'm distracted by the masses of people moving in for practice.

(As if it hasn't already gotten weirder, the room changes at this point. I was previously in a bandroom that resembled the one from my school, and suddenly I was in an auditorium. However, there was not the stadium seating of normal auditoriums. It was one empty room with a stage, and the band had their chairs and stands set up in the empty area, with my band director on the stage.)

I moved over to the back row of the band. My previous job was brushed out of my mind when I saw two of my friends, Anthony and Courtney. They were seated in the back row. Hm, the band director must have changed things up! Saxophones in the back? Weird! And Anthony and Courtney are talking and getting along? Last I checked they hated each other. Good for them.

I sat down in between Anthony and Courtney, and started warming up. I remembered that I was supposed to watch the percussion, but I figured that I could still do so in the back row. They were right behind me, I could hear them perfectly.

The real practice began, and we proceeded to run through our song list. After what seemed like an hour, we were finished. However, one of the band members pointed out that we spent too much time on some of the songs and we haven't even covered the Theme from Avatar. Wait, Theme From Avatar? Yet another thing that didn't make sense.

We played that theme for marching band, not concert. So I'm playing my jazz band instrument in a concert band that is playing marching band pieces? That's it.. I'm drea-

"Oh yeah! Sorry about that. Get out Theme from Avatar and we'll hit a few of the trickier parts," my band director said. Groans were heard throughout the band - we had been practicing for an hour! We needed to conserve our energy for the competition.

We all got out our music. We ran through the song, but then I noticed something odd. Courtney kept looking over at my music. I don't know why, but it was frustrating me. This happened every 10 seconds through the whole song, and I was getting very annoyed.

As if she seemed to have detected my annoyance, she looked at me. "I'm just checking to make sure nothing's wrong with your music," she said.

"Why would anything be wrong with it?" I asked. But there was something wrong with it. Upon closer look, I realized it wasn't sheet music. It was just several pictures, set up like comics. Each square for the picture were the same: 2 inch by 4 inch boxes with a picture of an empty field - empty except for one weeping willow tree. The sky above the field was an almost night sky: a slight shade of pink near the horizon, and as it got higher into the sky it went from a shade of pink to a purple, to pitch black. Yellow stars twinkled against the night sky. The only difference between the pictures were the organization of the stars.

It was like this for everyone's music. This must have been some experimental music notation. The stars represented notes. Man, my memory is going bad. Wait, it can't be my memory. I would remember something like this. All these stars as music notes? That's absurd. Only in a dream... a dream... a dream? Was I in a dream?

"Drew! What are you doing sitting there?" I was brought back to life by my band director's voice. He was angry. I had become aware that the music stopped. All eyes were on me.

"You wanted me to be by the percussion and make sure they sounded okay. I figured I'd hear them better in the back row," I said to him, fearing any punishment that may happen.

"That's absurd. I wouldn't tell you to listen to the percussion. I can do that myself," he said, still angry with me.

"But you came up to me and asked me before rehearsal! I swear..." I said, noticing that everyone was still watching me. Except for the percussion, Courtney, and Anthony. They were all looking at my music.

"Get back to your spot NOW," the director said, and he turned around and got back on stage to direct the band.

I got up from my chair and turned around. For some reason, there were no empty spots where I could go in the percussion area. There were cymbals, drums, and mallet instruments everywhere. There was one open spot that a friend pointed out to me. But in the back of my head, I realized the guy sitting near there wouldn't allow me to.

My fears were confirmed. "No, you can't sit here. Go away," the guy said, without me even asking.

So I turned around and went back to sit down where I was at, in the saxophone section. The band director's threat seemed to fade away. I didn't care at that point. We started playing again. My vision became blurrier, blurrier, blurrier... and everything was beginning to fade out...

That's when I woke up. I didn't remember anything except the last few parts of the dream at first, then as I proceeded through my day the memories came back. By the time I had access to my real life Dream Journal, I remembered most of the dream that I wrote here for you guys.

I was at my church, at least I had the feeling it was, but it was huge and hard to navigate and I didn't recognize any of the rooms. I don't remember any details about the rooms except they were very large and mostly white. In fact the worship center may have been from an old church I went to years ago. I was walking through the church with a specific destination in mind, a room where I was going to help clean, and getting annoyed at how many of the doors had alarms. Two teenage girls offered to guide me through the church. I'm pretty sure they were Yaeger's two bodyguards from Tales of Vesperia. I took them up on their offer. I got there and started vaccuming. I recognized the red vaccum cleaners from my current church. The janitor asked, or challenged? me to do a sermon in a few minutes.

Possibly Dream 2, but the setting is the same church so I don't think so.

I was also talking in a booth with a guy who was inviting me to work out or something tonight, but I told them I had a Bible study even though I wasn't sure what I was going to do. Actually I was trying to watch something while he was talking to me so it was hard to formulate a response.

Dream 2. This doesn't take place in the Team Fortress 2 universe or style or anything, it was very much like real life except the very last bit. That Defense Day thing is really out-of-place. I'm also somewhat worried about why my mind is trying to get me to drink pee.

It was "Defense Day", so all classes (TF2) got double defense. I thought there must have been an Attack Day or something before this. I was trying to figure out what classes will have the most overpowered advantages. There was a yellow soap-textured liquid in dispensers that when poured into anything made it very sweet and lemon-flavored. Just before this is where the apples came in. I picked up apples, green apples, green plastic apples. Another person was with me, I think he was overweight, and we were competing in some way with picking up this stuff. Possibly to make this liquid in other flavors. While I was doing this, I was outside during the day just outside a building. The building had two pillars in front of the entrance. There was grass surrounding an empty parking lot.

Then we went into a building and I looked around. The interior reminded me of a chemistry classroom. The other guy and I wandered around for a bit and I decided to try some of the yellow liquid with some water so I poured them in a cup (the yellow liquid came from a dispenser near a sink). As soon as I took a taste someone yelled at me to stop. I was sure it was because I had just drank soap, but it was because the race was starting. Just for a moment I heard of another liquid that worked the same way as the yellow, but was green and lime-flavored. We went into another room which I can only describe as normal with warm colors. I was going to race with another dude on a raised wooden platform. There were two yellow fish on my platform I wasn't supposed to squish but it was hard because you basically had to lie on your stomach. (The Freud inside me is laughing) They weren't on my opponent's platform. The race was weird because instead of going as fast as possible, you're not allowed to go past two colored guides that glide past you also on rails. I don't know if I kept behind the guide but the race was over in an instant, even though the timer that appeared at the top of my view said fourteen seconds or something. I won. I remembered other people racing this way too... *Flashback of some sort ---> I even saw myself watching the two competitors from an outside perspective. I also saw one of the competitors go flying off the rails at the end (winner or loser, unsure) only to fly back in the opposite direction on more rails I didn't notice. The referee made a comment about it.*

I get the feeling the next part come right after this last part, so it may be separate dreams, but the environment, characters, and everything is different so I dunno. Dream 3.

There's a small stage with Miis on it playing music (VERY small stage, like the size of your hand), and the top-down view of a bridge going over an area presumably with attractions in it. Mah bro and I were at a Best Buy-sponsored sports and concert thingy. The band played bad country music and my left side started to hurt. I noticed the lead signer was bent way over to the right, so I figured that was why. I begged him to get us away from the stage because my left ribs were really in a lot of pain by now. I wake up.

first fragmet:
I am in a stone maze. The walls are grey, I can see each individual brick. Shadows show where one brick ends and another begins. There is no ceiling. Three left tuns are available, but no right. I cannot see what i look like. The dream is in a first person point of view...
second fragment:
Still in maze... but now i have only one way to go. Through a tall reflective golden gate. The top row of stones arches over the speat tipped top of the gate. Can still see each individual stone. There is only sky on the outside of the gate... Still in first person...
third fragment:
I am now on the other side of the gate. I am at a marble dock. In every opening there is a ship with the same color scheme as the dock- white center, gold trim. There are no ropes, anchors, nor poles or tires to hold the ships or keep them from bumping the docks. All of the ships are the exact same. I turn to face the gate, which has closed and locked. As i turn i hear an ominus voice say something about Hell overrunning the earth. I can't tell exactly what the voice says...
fragment i don't know where to place:
A close up of two faces against the same sky background as the rest of the dream. the faces have the image quality and look of the final fantasy game Crystal Bearers. the face on my right is of a girl with bluish/purple hair, and eyes that look blue. the face on the left i cannot see well enough to describe...
Then i wake.

This dream occurred on October 4th, 2010. I was taking a nap around 2PM-ish.

I was at the beach with my mother. She was lying out on the sand tanning while I was in the water. I was about hip deep in the water; the waves were calm and the water was crystal clear (which is not natural for where I live). It was also very warm, I remember I could feel the sun beating down on my shoulders. As I was walking around in the water I noticed a few stingrays swimming around near my feet. I wasn't afraid of them (as I normally would have been), instead I was more or less intrigued by them. I watched them swim for a while and upon closer inspection I realized they were not stingrays but bull sharks. I was more shocked than terrified. I felt like it was just a surprise rather than a life threatening situation but I still ran for my life. I jumped out of the water screaming "SHARK! SHARK!" which then caused everyone else at the beach to run out of the water as well.

The entire population at the beach (my mother and myself included) ended up running into an abandoned supermarket -- but it was still intact and well kept. My mother approached a nearby pay phone so that she could make a phone call; I'm not sure who the call was for. While I was waiting a little distance off for her to be finished I became a bit hungry. I wanted to take one of the candy bars that were at the register but because there wasn't a cashier (seeing as the place was abandoned), I decided not to because I didn't want to steal.

I then turned my head to look down an aisle and I saw my dog (who was supposed to be a 100lb chocolate lab), Grant. I called for him to come over, and he did. It didn't strike me as odd in the dream that my dog was a middle aged black male with graying hair and a collar because I seriously believed him to be my dog. I grabbed "Grant" by the collar and tried to take him with me towards where my mother was but he wouldn't budge. I tried to look towards my mother for help but she was leaving, so I started to panic. I called out to her but she couldn't hear me. I ran up to the supermarket window and banged on the glass but she just continued on.

I then ran back and grabbed my "dog" and went outside where I saw my mother getting into her car. I went to her and was about to put "Grant" in the car when he was attacked by a zombie. It was terrifying (even more so then the whole bull shark incident) because I knew if he were to be bitten then he would turn into a zombie. I managed to push the zombie away from him (The zombie was very slow and easily overpowered. More like the zombies from Night of the Living Dead rather than 28 Days Later, Thank God!) but the zombie kept getting back up and coming towards us so I kicked it in the leg and it just snapped off and right when I heard the snapping of the leg, I woke up.

I thought this was worth noting. I had a dream about Colm last night. We were, at one point, in the midst of the physical act. It was very vivid; I physically felt every sensation. And that was strange, because in real life, the sexual act is usually physically extremely painful to me. Here there was no pain, only love and an indescribable, beautiful connection. The one I felt with him when I was with him in Mexico. He is one of only two people with whom I have felt that kind of connection.

It's nice to be able to see what the big deal about the penetration phase of sexual intercourse is all about, even if it's only a dream. It's also nice to have a break from my nightmares. I suppose my mind needed the respite. I am also at the onset of menopause, and have likely had that in the back of my mind as well.

Can't remember tonight's too well. I know in the beginning a lot had to do with anonymous message boards though and people were trying to give me some advice because apparently I had asked a question or said something. Then some of my online friends came up and were saying stuff about how one of the anons either loves me or hates me because of the advice they were giving. I know a lot happened after but I can't remember any of it..

01/08/2011

Highschool student profiling (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Okay, first two fragments: I remember something about running around playing a game as Diddy Kong (we've been playing Donkey Kong lately).

I remember another fragment where I was browsing some forums, though I don't remember why or what I was browsing for.

Now the dream I do remember. I was back in high school again, in what I think was Performance Arts class. The teacher asked us to come up with settings that had some consistency, but were still flexible. We were practicing adlibs or something. I came up with the idea of a weather forecast. (This idea came from a bit of comedy I saw yesterday, IRL) I went and put up the idea on the board. Then the teacher handed us something else to fill out, which I asked if it was related to our current assignment. She said no, just that "It's June now so you all have to fill one of these out before you leave". (She was being kind of annoying, really) This thing was kind of a questionnaire that the school, or the state or something used to profile students. (I did some of these back in high school, though they were basically getting numbers for drug or alcohol use, anonymously) I remember that the first question was something like, "I absolutely can't stand people who _________". I ask why I should have to fill one out, since I and a few others there are Seniors (implanted memory!) and wouldn't be coming back. She admitted she wasn't sure. About this time the dream ended.

My mother was in a cranky mood and was cleaning our house. She was in the laundry room scrubbing something with a toothbrush. She kept complaining to me on how the house was always dirty. I didn't say anything until she really got on my nerves. I told her I do not want to hear her talk about my family like that. She said That's too bad, I am. I went over to the counter and there was a box of raisenettes. it was yellow and white. I ate some. My brother came in and opened the fridge and said something.

I was playing a video game. My class was a warrior. We were doing 3's arena. We kept getting mages as opponents. There were at least 5 mages, both arcane and frost but no fire. They casted mirror image and I was instantly confused. I always attacked the fake mage. We lost 3 times in a row. Waiting to get in to the arena again, I was in this area, dimly lit. It had a purple crystal ceiling and a big tree that shined in the middle. There was water and grass too. A level 80 druid invited me to a group and I accepted. Then he queued us for eye of eternity but I didn't want to do that, so I left. We entered another arena. The matchup was a warlock, mage. The warlock was a giant eye with tentacles. He ran up to me and grabbed me. he dragged me to the other side of the map, I couldn't move.

Wierd dream about pokemon cards?? Me and a voice seemed to be selecting good ones. Also had a dream about a dog I used to have.

Me and a friend are at a rest stop in the middle of nowhere though we seem to be in a desert. There are also two men and a cashier at the rest stop. One of the men has a silver briefcase. My friend is talking to the man with the briefcase. I am sitting in a red chair watching them talk. the briefcase is open and the man is looking at it. I think the man is suspicious. On their left is the cash register and shelf. To their right is a wall and more chairs. My friend and the man walk to the other side and keep talking. But the man leaves the briefcase. I run and slide over to the briefcase hiding behind the wall. I look at the inside of the briefcase and i am astonished at what I see. I show it to the cashier and he almost faints.It is a nuclear device activator. He quickly calls the police and we take the briefcase. As we are waiting for the police to come, we look and see the man beating up my friend and yelling at him asking where the briefcase is. The police come and deactivate the briefcase. Then they walk over to the man and grab his fist right before he punches my friend again. WAKE.